Wood and Web

The savage simplicity of the Wild Wood has always allured

To run free of the multitude of gossamer threads

That bind us together in civic civil society

Suspended in the massive man-made mess

With so many debits and credits and little bits

That it's impossible to tell if you're rising or sinking

Or jettisoning the most important parts of yourself

So they do not weigh on the web weavers lurking above

The Wild has beckoned with freedom from their machinations

But as I pull away other ties hold strong and give me pause

What has kept me from the Wood has been these cords

Bound heart to heart, forged through soulsight, too easily

The same vulnerability to the ebb and flow of creation

Cleaves the music of my spirit into harmony with them

Until the dissonance of my distance is unbearable

A pack without an alpha, a wolf without his Wild

Out of place everywhere, insufficient for everything

Trapped and torn apart until paralyzed by the visions

That show misery or failure or disastrous disappointment

Without even the final freedom as an option

Because the love for those that love in return

Would become mindless despair and torment,

A callous and selfish knife through their soul

So I twist and turn, chasing the threads that lead upwards

Tangling myself up until I am bound into the form decreed

Strong back, ordered mind, careful hands, polite tongue

Blunted teeth, lowered tail, ears pulled back, head down

True form curled up and shrunken, every wild impulse

Trapped and tantalizing, ready to snap a string or several

Dropping me or one I love into the tempest below

But now the hollowness of my soul leeches through the web

Exhausting them and emptying them, making them turn away

Unable to fill myself, my searches for sustenance yank and snap

Until I want to cut myself free so I do not drag them down

Because I feel that I will never do anything but take

And have plug the hole in the bottom of my soul

Father Sky

Mother Earth

Great Spirit that is Everywhere and Everything

My secular searches have distracted me

My rituals and rites abandoned

The paths back obscured

Faith shaken

Please take me back

I am sorry

D.M.D.M.- 12-28-14